Hey! You commented on my imaginary words. No, calimaufry isn't gallimaufry, it's a word I made up as a kid to describe this particular feeling of giving up on being bothered and feeling very good about it... kind of. That mixed with the feeling of an end-of-summer sunset where the air seems to change colors, too. Clorblsnrtzkn's definition is secret; the word, being, obviously, a play on Rumpelstiltskin. I think the way it rolls (or, rather, grinds) off the tongue is infinitely more satisfying, though.